First Training Session ~ [Video]
Is he awake yet, kupo?
Not yet, he's out like a light!
[A PCD is turned on, revealing a unconscious young boy with black spiky hair, propped up against some crates in the First District of Traverse Town. One of the moogles was poking the boy's cheek, his thick bangs partially obscuring his face. After a couple more pokes, we finally hear a groan.]
Hey, kupo! I think he's waking up! Kupo!
Wake up, kupo! Wake up!
Nnnngh... 'm awake, 'm awake, stop pokin' me...
[The boy swats at the moogle and lifts his head, a hand coming up to rub his forehead. It's clear the kid's got a bit of a headache. He blinks rather bright blue eyes at the creatures and jumps a bit.]
Whoa! What're you?!
We're moogles, kupo! Here's your phone, we gotta help some other people. Don't worry, everything will be explained, kupo!
H-Hey, wait a minute! I need to know- [Aaaaaand they're gone.] why 'm not at the Coliseum...
[Welp. He stares at the PCD, totally confused as to what a phone is, let alone that it was even recording him.]
Who'm I suppose to ask?
Not yet, he's out like a light!
[A PCD is turned on, revealing a unconscious young boy with black spiky hair, propped up against some crates in the First District of Traverse Town. One of the moogles was poking the boy's cheek, his thick bangs partially obscuring his face. After a couple more pokes, we finally hear a groan.]
Hey, kupo! I think he's waking up! Kupo!
Wake up, kupo! Wake up!
Nnnngh... 'm awake, 'm awake, stop pokin' me...
[The boy swats at the moogle and lifts his head, a hand coming up to rub his forehead. It's clear the kid's got a bit of a headache. He blinks rather bright blue eyes at the creatures and jumps a bit.]
Whoa! What're you?!
We're moogles, kupo! Here's your phone, we gotta help some other people. Don't worry, everything will be explained, kupo!
H-Hey, wait a minute! I need to know- [Aaaaaand they're gone.] why 'm not at the Coliseum...
[Welp. He stares at the PCD, totally confused as to what a phone is, let alone that it was even recording him.]
Who'm I suppose to ask?